Sheena

fragile

         glass . . . breaks

brittle

         small branch . . . snaps

frail

         baby . . . cries

delicate

         flower . . . dies

MY HEART . . .

- SA Deles

April 07, 2007

2:45 pm

There is something special in this place

The air is pure, the breeze is crisp

The scene is breathtaking,

Isn’t it enlightening?

In the evening, the scene is serene

The sky seems to be within reach

You can almost pluck the stars

And blow the moon away

Atop this mountain, you know

You are with HIS PRESENCE

You feel HIM very near, very close

You feel a deep sense of respect

    with HIS GREAT PRESENCE…

- SA Deles

April 05, 2007

8:45 pm